Master Aymar had come to seek him out so late, surely not just to discuss the two magical weapons. It seemed he had no intention of meddling with those weapons. Liu Zhenhan felt a pang of pain in his heart. His own collection lacked the "Overlord's Earring," which was now dangling on the master's left earlobe. Hopefully, this guy's appetite wasn't too big!
"I know you once had a batch of Pompeii Heavy Scythe-wielders' equipment, but those were just the outdated first-generation models and even the Jing Gold plating had been scraped off, so they hardly count," Master Aymar said as he pulled out a long pipe and firmly packed it with tobacco, lighting it leisurely.
Immediately, a pungent smoke filled the air, and Liu Zhenhan dramatically sniffed, truly a man of the north! The spiciness of Master Aymar's tobacco greatly exceeded Liu Zhenhan's homemade cigars.
"You should know that our imagined adversary in the Pompeii Empire is the Saint Francisco Empire," he commented.
"I do."
